I sweep the ash from the fireplace
where I burned your letter.
Pick the crumbs of our love
out of the carpet where I worshipped you.
Paint over the agony
we both spattered on these walls.
Close the door. Click the lock.
This house is done and I am gone.
It's as empty as your promises.
As empty as I was full.
I hate you. I need you.
I fucking hate you. God, help me.
I hate you.

I turn and...